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everybody wants to be that one.
but no one wants to be that one,
who holds the tears and sew the heart.
and
mend the mind with peace and provide security.
see we love when good is good,
but cant seem to take it with the bad.
we want to be there to make you smile but the pressure is too much when youre sad.
we all are broken vases,
from the case of the ex who smashed us into the ground.
leaving us to glue the pieces with moving on,
with holding in tears and being strong.
bits of glass still left to linger that can never be revived.
we just want to be loved by some one who will just hold on.
while we let go of our bags,
they bring us closer and plant a new seeds.
of love, growth, prosparity, endless memories of what we will be.
but it seems so far away.
just when i feel i found him,
the seconds go into minutes, hours, days, weeks and months,
what is turned into what was.
that vision fades with the thought of potential that this is real.
but its another dream sold.
hearts never break even and never heal the same,
its just another person there that was never meant to stay.
